Thickets

“JUST A LITTLE FURTHER UP THE HILL BOY
YOU’LL BE HOME SOON ENOUGH”

All along the river
Pedaling fast as I could
Watch
As the wasteland flowers
Old cars and rubbish flourish
With blackberries and red berries

Sweet blackberries
Take your red berries
Berries

Went looking for my tower
Off all the rails and the roads
In need of resurrection
As my desires and powers
Grow in thickets
Tall all round me

Tall all around me
All around me…

Have I been traveling so long
That I’ve forgotten how to stop?
Why are my brakes all broken?
Wheels spinning out of control
And in the mirror
Pale and deathly have become

Look… what have I become?
Become? Become? Become now?

As all my wastelands flower
And all my thickets grow
And all my wastelands flower
And all my thickets grow
Tall and taller still
Tall and taller still

PALE AND DEATHLY
AS ALL YOUR WASTELANDS FLOWER
AND ALL YOUR THICKETS GROW
AS ALL YOUR WASTELANDS FLOWER
AND ALL YOUR THICKETS GROW